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Blurry	By : EnchanteNoir Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 2256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Linkin Park. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Break Up...
- 2-To Make Up
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~All right, I know the first chapter was really sad, it was meant to be to show the pain inside of Chester so that you will understand his feelings more. The last Chapter was named “Break Up”, by the way, and this chapter is titled “To Make Up.” This is a pretty long chapter because it is going to be multi-emotional, and that is why it took so long to write it. It also changes P.O.V. simply because it looked better that way. I hope you enjoy the conclusion to this story. Once more I do not own any of the members of Linkin Park… sadly. LOL. I do not own the song “My December” Linkin Park does, nor do I own the song “Open Arms” by Journey. I hope you all will forgive me for changing the lyrics a little to “My December” at the end of the story… but you will understand why I did it when you read it. Other than that please enjoy and R&R. ~

Chapter 2: “To Make Up”

~Chester’s P.O.V.~

All right so last night was hell. I know you are all thinking I am nuts, but hell can you really blame me? I am in love with him; I cannot just push him out of my mind just talking about it. He is the key to my soul, and when he left the door shut and locked tight, leaving me shrouded in pain and darkness. Yeah, I know… I am obsessive.

The clock on the table beside the bed reads 10 A.M., I am supposed to meet the guys at 12. Yeah, that means I am going to see Mike. We have a rehearsal today for a tour we have coming up in a couple of weeks. I know what you are all thinking… how am I going to cope? I’ll tell you how. I am going to do it by sheer willpower and one hell of a façade. You see, Mike usually brings his new boyfriend with him to the rehearsal, and I pretend to be happy for him, when actually what I want to do is beat the living hell out of the prick.

His name is David, and at first he seemed like a really great guy, but then he found out that I was Mike’s ex and proceeded to remind me at every turn that Mike was now his. The little shit even kisses him in front of me and calls him “baby” with his emerald green eyes locked to mine. Yeah, I have plenty of reasons to hate this guy.

David is everything that I am not: muscular, breathtakingly handsome, attentive, and all about sexy. He seems to hang on Mike’s every word, and worships the ground he walks on. Mike enjoys the attention, and is totally enchanted by this asshole that enjoys tormenting the hell out of me. “One Step Closer” takes on a whole new meaning when I sing it now. I get so wrapped up in it now I am practically singing it to Mr. David, trying to make him understand that he is literally about to make me snap. Shall we see if he gets the point today?

I walk into the studio at about 12:15, what I like to call fashionably late. The others are already there. Rob, Brad, and Phoenix are rehearsing while Joe is mixing on the turntables; you can’t hear what he is working on as he has his headphones on his head. Sure enough there is Mike and David sitting with each other snuggling and sharing little kisses. I feel ill. I am going to turn around and walk right out of the place; yeah that is what I will do.

“Hey Chaz, ‘bout time you showed up.”

I sigh inwardly as I hear Brad call out; so much for running out and calling in sick. As soon as he hears my name I know David is looking at me, but I cannot make myself look at him even as I heard Mike’s voice call out.

“Hey Chaz.”

Yeah, I have become “Chaz” once more to my dark-haired tormentor. I have not been “Chester” to Mike since he walked out on me months ago. I know it shouldn’t matter, but I miss the sound of my name on his sweet lips.

“Yeah I know I know. You guys ready to begin?” I ask moving to the microphone in the middle of the room and takes it off the stand, never looking at Mr. David. Hell, if I can get through this without having to look at him I will dance a fucking jig. My stomach churns as I hear Mike and David kiss one last time, and I could not stop the anger that grew inside of me.

“Can you two hurry it the fuck up?! I mean damn, its not like he is going the fuck away Mike!” I snap angrily causing the kissing to stop and everyone to look at me.

Yeah I know I know, great going Chester, so much for the façade. I sigh softly deciding to cover my ass with a half-truth.

“Look, I had a long and rough night; I just want to get this over with and done.”

I watch as Mike gets up and walks over to me taking the other mic and moving the two stands out of the way. I know he is curious about my attitude, but I also know that he won’t ask.

The rehearsal lasted for a couple of hours with a set of Papercut, Crawling, In The End, and One Step Closer. No, he still didn’t get the point. We have finished early and my heart rises to my throat when I hear Mike speak.

“Wanna do a run through with “My December” since we are adding it to the show this time?”

Shit. I know if I back out of this one everyone will pester me with questions of why we cannot do it, so I suck it up. I do not have much of a choice; damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

“Yeah sure, we can do that.”

As the song starts I feel my heart begin to pound in alarm and warning. I feel queasy and weak as if at any second I am going to faint, but I hold it back and I am able to sing my lines. I thought I was going to be fine as I begin the numerous “And I’s”, but then Mike has started to whisper his lines.

“Just wish I that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed.”

“And I”

“Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that.”

I am sucked into his words only to gasp when my dream begin to flash before my eyes. I am running toward him and I cannot reach him no matter how fast I run. I fight hard to made the visions fade, but no matter how hard I try they grab hold of me, not letting go.

“And I…”

“Just wish that I didn’t feel like there was something I missed.”

“And I…”

“Take back all the things I said to you.”

I missed the first “And I” as the visions of me standing right before Mike flashed before my eyes, the dreams are suffocating me, mocking me as the man I love sings beside me. I am losing control fast; I can’t hold on!

“Give it all away, just to have somewhere to go to.”

The visions continue and now I am reaching out to touch Mike, whipping his tears away, my heart breaking as he began to fade away. I couldn’t take it, I missed the next two lines as the visions changed to Mike and David making love to one another. I miss the next line too. Then all of a sudden David’s eyes look at me in the vision as he made Mike scream out in passion his mouth moving and the words are like a slap in the face.

“He belongs to me now.”

I drop the mic and shook my head, I didn’t realize until now that I was crying as the others stare at me in shock. I know! I know! I am dropping the façade, but I cannot continue to do this… not like this.

“I can’t do this shit.” I sob, and not waiting for them to question me I turn and storm out of the place and didn’t stop running until I was outside gasping for breath as if my breathing had been cutoff when I was inside and only now just returned.

I know I was suppose to play like nothing was wrong, but I couldn’t hold it together with those visions. It was just too much! So I am a coward who is in his car running away from what he cannot face! I am pathetic I know, but I need him just like I need to breathe.

Sighing softly as I finally get home, I walk into my house to find my answering machine blinking. Shaking my head and trying not to cry I hit the button as I remove my jacket and sit on the couch with a beer in my hand.

“You have two unheard messages… Message one.”

“Chaz this is Joe… Man what in the hell happened to you today? You really scared the hell out of everyone. Look if you need someone to talk to give me a call. Later Man.”

Joe being serious? Yeah I really must have scared the hell out of everyone.

“Message two.”

I take a sip of my beer and nearly choke on it as I hear the second message start.

“Chester… hey its Mike. I have never seen you so upset, and never have I watched you run out in the middle of a rehearsal or miss lines as you did today. Chester what is going on… is something wrong? I know something has to be, because you are not yourself. I am really worried about you. Please, when you get this message give me a call. I will be home all night. David is going out of town for a while, so please call me. Bye.”

I sit here with tears in my eyes after listening to the message. I wish I could tell him what is wrong, God knows I wish I could, but as you all know I can’t. I would rather suffer than for him to know I love him when he is so happy with David.

Crawling into a little ball on the couch I close my eyes and begin to cry. I know I have become an emotional fool, but I cannot help it. I ache for him, for my dark-haired angel. I want my other half back! Soon enough from exhaustion and crying I fall asleep on the couch.

I awaken hours later with it pouring raining outside, as if the skies were crying for me, since I could not. It is so hard on me; I know I won’t last much longer like this. I am seriously considering killing myself because I cannot take living without him. I know it will solve nothing, but it seems like the only choice for me now. I cannot go on knowing I can never hold him in my arms again.

The words to “My December” are floating through my head as I watch the rain fall, and for the first time I wish Mike and I never wrote that fucking song. I am seriously losing my mind. I have to get out of here! I walk to the closet putting on a jacket I walk outside into the rain ignoring my car, just walking, my tears mixing with the rain as my pain took control of me.

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear

This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone.

And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said to you.

And I
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to

This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need

And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that I didn’t feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said to you

And I
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear!

Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
Just to home someone to come home to
Give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to

I had walked for what seemed like hours, not really paying attention to where I was going. I sigh softly and stop looking around me, trying to get my bearings. I nearly die as I look at the house I now stood in front of. Dear God. I was standing in front of Mike’s house.

My feet carry me to the front door despite my mind yelling no. Before I could think on it, my hand was knocking on the door. My heart was begging that he kept his promise and was home, my mind begging for him to be gone. Shivering in the rain, my baggy clothes hanging on me like wet rags, soaked from the rain, my heart stopped as the locks on the door were undone and the door opened with Mike standing there looking like a dark-haired God who held my fate in his hands.

We lock eyes, mine looking desperate and pleading; I am sure; his looking shocked and worried. My body shaking from being cold and from fear, I felt the need to break down suddenly. I start yelling at myself not to cry. Do not let him see you cry! Do not let him see how much being away from him hurts! Chester!

I break down unable to help it, lowering my head, his name falling from my lips on a broke sob of pain.

“Mike…”

~Mike’s P.O.V.~

I shake my head sitting on the couch with a beer, staring at the phone, begging for it to ring. I want Chester to call me and tell me he is all right. I am so worried I feel sick. I know I was a bitch to him earlier, and I feel really bad, but I do care for him… a lot more than I should.

When Chester had stormed out of the rehearsal I had wanted to go after him, hell, I had started to. My heart had nearly stopped as he started to miss his lines. That was not Chester. He never forgot his lines. When he started to walk out I had called his name and tried to go after him only to be stopped by David. I had tried to push past him, but he wouldn’t let me by, which is what started our argument.

He accused me of being in love with Chester, and using him to try to deny it. I couldn’t say he was wrong so I yelled that he was selfish and inconsiderate for flaunting me in Chester’s presence. I had noticed all the times he had looked at Chester, rubbing in the fact that I was now his. I didn’t say anything because I was with David. I told him that I was always going to be Chester’s friend and I sensed he needed someone to talk to.

Of course this did nothing more than anger David, and he informed me that he was leaving and for me to call him when I decided to forget “Chester Fucking Bennington.” As of right now, I do not know if I will call him. He is too controlling, and I will not let anyone tell me whom my friends can and cannot be.

Sighing I look at the clock, 10 P.M., no call. Shaking my head I stand deciding to go to bed, he is not going to call. Turning out the light I start to walk toward my bedroom when there was three sharp knocks at my front door. I am not expecting anyone, so yeah I am surprised. Walking to the door I undo the locks and opened the door, nearly dying when I saw Chester standing there.

He looks so fragile, soaking wet, his clothes clinging to him. As we lock eyes I flinch at how sad and desperate his dark eyes look. Dear God! What in the hell happened to him?! This was not my Chester!

He was shaking from the cold looking like he might break in a matter of minutes into a million pieces. My heart breaks as he bursts into tears, sobs tearing from his small chest. My poor baby! I felt my heart stop as my name fell from his lips in a sob.

“Mike…”

I couldn’t take the pain in his voice as he stood there sobbing my name, my heart called to him, and in that moment I knew that I would never call David. I pull Chester into my arms and take him into the house shutting the door behind me. I didn’t say anything as I moved into my bathroom where I started to run him a hot bath; there was no need for words right now. I wanted him warm and dressed in new clothing before we talked. God, he was ice cold! After the bath had finished running I left the bathroom to give him his privacy, and went to get him some fresh clothing.

When I came back he was in the tub, his dark eyes fixed on the water. He would not look at me, not yet anyway. I sigh a little as I put the clothes on the counter and walk once more out of the bathroom, moving into the kitchen where I fix a pot of coffee. As I pour it into a cup I cannot help but wonder what is bothering him. What would make him walk all the way to my house in the pouring rain? Shaking my head I know that these are questions that only he can answer.

When I enter the living room he is sitting there staring at his hands. He looks so crushed and yet adorable in my clothes that were really baggy on him. Sitting across from him I hand him a cup of coffee and watch as he takes a sip before sipping my own. His hands were shaking really bad. I allow the coffee to flow through my body the hot liquid warming me a little before I took a deep breath and spoke.

“Do you wanna talk about it?

~Chester’s P.O.V.~

I feel comfort in his arms as he grabs me and pulls me into his house leading me to his bathroom without words, for which I am grateful. I am not sure if I could have said anything right now anyhow. I feel like a complete idiot! How could I break down in front of him like that?! He must think I am a sentimental fool who cannot handle his own emotions. I just couldn’t help it surely you can see that! All right, maybe I am just overreacting; maybe I just need to calm down.

He still doesn’t speak as he runs me a bath and I said nothing to break the silence. Soon enough he left the bathroom, I guess to allow me to change in peace. Shivering I undress out of my wet clothing and step into the hot bath sighing softly as the water immediately begins to warm my cold body. I was looking down when Mike came back in, and I didn’t look up as he set some clothing on the counter. He said nothing to me either, just turned and walked out of the bathroom again. I am crying again. I just can’t help it! I love him so much I am willing to beg for his forgiveness, tell him I love him, and beg for him to take me back. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?

Sighing I get out of the tub and dry off, dressing in the clothes that Mike had set out for me before spiking my hair as much as I can. Yeah, even in my saddened state I am obsessed with how I look. Sighing as I get it the best I can, I walk out of the bathroom and into the living room where I plop down on the couch. I look for Mike, but I hear something in the kitchen so I figure he is in there. I am not sure what I am going to do… everything is so hard for me. I love him so much; I cannot live without him. I know that is a little eccentric, but it is true.

I say nothing as he walks into the living room not looking at him quite yet. I do not know if I can, I am scared. I mean how do you start a conversation like this with someone you love, yet fear you cannot have? I bite my lip, my tongue playing with my lip ring, as I take a cup of coffee from him. Sighing a little I put the cup to my lips and take a sip smiling softly. He remembered… 2 sugars no cream.

He said nothing just watched me, and then smiled himself as he saw me smiling. Was that a good sign? I watch as he takes a sip of his own coffee before setting his cup down and placing his hands on the arms of the chair, watching me before he took a deep breath and spoke.

“Do you want to talk about?”

I sigh a little and look at my hands. Well Chester here is your chance. Will you take it, or continue to play the scary little bitch that you are? I can’t even take my own inner voices taunting me, and when I look up now there are tears in my eyes.

“I-I…”

I broke down into tears. I can’t help it. I am so fucking scared that he will turn me away if I tell him the truth. How do you tell someone who holds your fate in his hands like a chessboard piece and they have the next move, that you love them more than your very life. I feel Mike’s arms wrap around me and I snuggle close to him crying softly in his embrace. It feels so good to be back here, I know this sounds extremely corny, but it is the truth.

“Mike…”

“Yes Chester… please tell me what is wrong?”

“I-I love you…”

I heard his sharp intake of breath and I rushed on afraid he would turn me away before I got to finish. I wrapped my arms around him, breaking down into a sobbing mass of hysterics as I clung to him for dear life. The pain in my heart was too much and I was not losing him again.

“Please Mike! God… don’t turn me away. I love you so much… I cannot live without you. You are the very air I breathe, my light to my darkness, and the key to the door of my soul. Mike I cannot live without you…please oh dear god please don’t turn me away… please… I won’t last this time. The first time I let you go because I was bipolar and couldn’t get the words out…b-but I cannot do it this time Mike… I cannot… it will destroy me!”

“Shhh, Chester…baby shhhhh… I love you too. Chester come on you gotta calm down…”

I was broken. My heart was so tired that I couldn’t fully comprehend what he was telling me. I did feel like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders despite the tears that would not stop falling as he held me. As the worst of the sobs passed I looked up into his eyes to see him smiling down at me with tears in his eyes.

“I love you Chester, I thought that I could get you out of my heart, but I couldn’t. I thought you were over me, but I see now that you were hiding your pain… keeping it locked inside your head.”

I nodded my tears falling silently now, and I tremble as he reaches up to wipe them away. I sigh a little and then stare deep into those chocolate orbs missing the way they stared back into mine like he was doing right now. God I love him so much. I see his face drawing nearer to mine and I sigh a little in happiness as he covers my lips with his own, my eyes fluttering closed as if I were drugged.

I am lost in a sea of need and passion as we kiss, my heart leaping in my chest as his tongue caressed my lips then moved inside when I moan and open to him. I am in heaven and I fear that this is nothing more than another of my dreams to torment me. I whimper and wrap my arms around him as if needing some piece of reality to keep me here. I didn’t want this to be a dream; I want this to stay real!

I jump a little as his hand slides up my shirt caressing my chest gently, pinching my nipples before caressing lightly once more. I am panting as he breaks the kiss and lifts me into his arms carrying me back into his bedroom. I was his, and I was never going to let him go ever again.

~End of Single Point Of Views~

Mike felt him tremble in his embrace as he carried him to the bedroom laying him down on the bed. He then smirks, as he must have forgotten the CD remote in the bed because all of a sudden the piano to Journey’s “Open Arms” starts to play. He watches as Chester pulls the remote from under him and was about to hit the stop button, but he took it from him setting the remote on the bedside table.

“Let it play,” he said responding to the confused look on Chester’s face.

All he wanted to do was love this man and the words of the song seemed to fit perfectly together as he slowly removed his shirt then kissed him again running his hand over his back. He broke the kiss to watch his hands on Chester’s body. He loved the way their skin colors contracted, Chester being so pale, and himself a nice tanned color. He smiles softly as he watches Chester squirm wanting so much more. As Steve Perry’s voice sang out he leaned down and covered Chester’s mouth with his own, the kiss sweet and soft, telling Chester in his kiss that the words of the song was in his heart.

Lying beside you, here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine
Softly you whisper, you’re so sincere
How could our love be so blind?
We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side.
So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me
Open arms

Chester moans softly feeling Mike’s hands all over him and then when he kissed him he felt his heart soar, the combination of the kiss and the words of the song was enough to make his head spin. He groans softly as Mike breaks the kiss smiling at him. If he never got another gift in life, the gift of being able to see Mike like this was enough. He smiles softly as he feels Mike trying to remove his pants and boxers, he trembles and raises his hips to help him and then gasps as the cold air hits his hot body. He wanted this so bad, but he was afraid as well that he would wake up still in the heat of his dreams. He felt Mike’s hand trail up the inside of his thigh and he groans softly his body trembling, then bites his lip to keep from crying out in pure pleasure as Mike wrapped his hand around his already painfully hard erection and slowly moved up.

“Oh god… Mike please…” The slow movements was almost too much to bare and he arched up trying to get Mike to move his hand faster only to be pushed back down by Mike’s free hand.

“Shhhh… good things come to those who wait… be patient Chester… please baby?”

The way he said it was enchanting alone, but Chester knew that if he did wait, that Mike would give him all he desired and more. Slowly he relaxed as he felt the hand begin to move again still so slow, and moans fell from Chester’s lips as if they were a part of his breathing. His heart pounding so hard he heard it in his ears, his hips fighting hard not to arch as he felt Mike’s hand begin to speed up bringing him every so much closer to the pleasure he needed so bad.

“Please… Mike… Please…”

As Chester begged and moaned his name Mike slowly stopped his hand much to Chester’s dismay and slid his fingers to the small opening between two moons that made up the glorious mound of Chester’s ass (AN: Butt did not sound right,) that was already wet with Chester’s precum and slid one finger slowly into the man he loved listening to the moan that fell from his lips as he slowly slid the finger back out stretching Chester slowly to accommodate his own raging hardness, slowly he searched for that tiny bud of desire within him and pressed against it smiling softly as the scream that had started to fall from Chester’s lips broke off midway into a moan of his name.

“Mike now… please… I need you inside me.”

How could he say no to such a sweet request? Deeming him well-prepared Mike spit on his hand and began to lubricate himself moaning a little as he did so as he was already painfully hard, then slowly moved in-between Chester’s legs, and lifted them over his shoulders positioning the tip of his hardness at his entrance and began to move forward gently pushing past that ring of resistance and then was able to slide the rest of the way inside of him with a groan. He stopped moving to look up at Chester whose head was thrown back in pleasure.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes… please don’t stop.”

With those sweet words Mike began to move inside of Chester with amazing gentleness and slow movements, making sure that the pleasure inside of Chester was unlike anything he had felt before. He held onto Chester’s squirming hips steadying him as he continued to move in and out of him with a crawling speed making sure that Chester knew with each thrust that he loved him, the song continuing to play.

Living Without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you, wanting you near
How much I wanted you home

But now that you’ve come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay

Chester thought he would pass out from the amount of pleasure Mike was bringing him at his slow movements within his body. Never. Never had he thought that such pleasure could be had with anyone… only Mike could make him feel this way. Groaning Chester knew as Mike began to tremble that this slow speed was taking a toll on him.

“Mike please… baby…”

Chester raised his hips greedily letting Mike know he understood what he was saying then groaned and cried out in pleasure and fulfillment as Mike began to move in and out of him at a quicker pace. Over and over again he would pull out and thrust back in, the headboard of the bed knocking against the wall, Chester crying out in passion as Mike wrapped his hand around him and began to move his hand up and down with poetry in motion with his thrusts inside of him. Chester’s head began to spin as he screamed out Mike’s name with his release the chorus of the song playing as he did so.

So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me
Open arms

Mike nearly died with pleasure as he felt Chester’s insides tighten around him and hearing his name on his lips combined with the feeling of Chester’s release oh his hand he couldn’t hold back and with a cry of Chester’s name he too came pouring his seed deep within Chester, while sealing their hearts as one, as the last notes of the piano played, the song drawing to a close.

After a few moment’s Mike pulls out of Chester slowly and gently getting up out of the bed he went into the bathroom and ran warm water on a cloth and came back leaning first Chester and then himself. Walking back into the bathroom only to put the cloth into the dirty clothes hamper he returned to the bed and to Chester pulling him in his arms.

“I love you.”

Chester smiles softly as he snuggles against Mike his dreams no longer haunting him as this was reality. His arms tightened around Mike as the words fell from his lips that he had wanted to say so long ago, but had not been able to.

“I love you too Mike, with all my heart and soul.”

Chester snuggles against Mike waiting patiently to hear him start to breathe slowly in sleep and before he joined him in peaceful slumber the words to My December ran through his head one last time… only this time the words have changed.

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear

This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me no longer alone

And I
No longer feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Took back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
No longer feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Took back all the things I said to you

And I
Gave it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Gave it all away
To have someone to come home to

This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me realizing
Mike is all I need

And I
No longer feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Took back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
No longer feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Took back all the things I said to you

And I
Gave it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Gave it all away
To have someone to come home to

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear!

Gave it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Gave it all away
To have someone to come home to
Gave it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Gave it all away
To have Mike to come home to.

The End

Enchante Noir's Final Thoughts:
Wow… I am so sad that the story has final come to a close as I had much pleasure writing the second part to this story… 15 long typed pages. The reason for it was 1) I had to put the songs in for emotional purposes 2) I wanted this chapter to be multi-emotional. Did I succeed? Please click the little thing we call a REVIEW BUTTON and let me know. I didn’t get too graphic on the sex scene because I didn’t want it to trash the story… I hope as I continue to write that it will get better. So ummm yeah… let me know what you thought of the story.
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